I spent hours without an internet source with this song in my head and I didn’t know the lyrics. Finally I can sing “Pass the dutchie pon the left hand side (its gunna burn)” rather than “La di da blah na na ta ta ta na ( sa wana wana wana) “
So, Thursday night I decided to go to Medina and visit my dear friend Catherine while she was nannying. I got there around 11 and we sat in the livingroom talking and cathching up. A little after midnight the doorbell rang. We stop the conversation and stared at eachother thinking “Well, maybe the doorbell didn’t ring” the doorbell rang again. Now we are panic stricken. Of my knowlede the only person to ever ring the doorbell late at night while a young girl is babysitting is usually an axe murdrer. We were too scared to peak to see who was at the door in case the murder sees us peaking. So Catherine decideds to call the mother of the house to see what to do. While on the phone she also tries resetting the alarm and ofcoarse she enters the wrong numbers and now the alarm won’t stop beeping. So there’s constant beeping, the murdered is now persistently ringing and ringing the doorbell interupting every three minutes by some persistent knocking, and the mother of the house is on the phone scared as well that we and her children are in danger. She tells Catherine she needs to call 911. I say “911? isn’t that only for emergencies, I mean being too scarded to answer the door because you don’t know whos behind it isn’t really an emergency.” However we dont really have any other options so Catherine calls. I half expected them to tell Cat to grow a pair a peak through the window however they didn’t. While she talked on the phone I decided we should hide in the bathroom because some of the windows in the back of the house did not have curtains. While in the bathroom Catherine describes the situation to the operator. All the while her whole mid section is shaking in fright, however her head, arms, and below her knees are not. If asked to isolate those musles and shake them again I truly believe she could not - not even for a million dollars. The operator asks if there’s anyway we can see whose at the door. We decided the safeist way to peak is through the upstairs window. We barge into the baby’s room and can’t quite see anything. Then a girl walks away form the house and two boys follow, they get into a car and drive away. Catherine describes all this to the operator. He says on the other end they are sending a cop to the house to talk to us and they will try to catch the car on the road. I’m thinking ” Well theres no way your gunna catch the car - who knows where they’ll be by the time the cop gets here and they can’t pull every car over on the road asking ‘have you been ringing doorbells lately?”
We waited patienly for the policeman to come. Sitting and discussing what three teenagers could want after midnight at this house. Finally theres a knock at the door and through the peep hole (which we only discovered after the mystery teens had left) Catherine sees the cop. She opends the door and this uttertly adorable man, that I would absolutly love to sit down and have a cocktail with, enters. He shares that they got the car (OMG!) and that the teens’ GPS said that the residence we were at was a fireworks store (Now it all makes sense). Catherine explains that the family owns a fireworks strore in Sandusky and some of their personal information must be on the internet too. We apologize to the cop for causing them problems for no reason and he simply states ” No problem, thats why we’re here” And the beautiful man walks out of our lives forever. Catherine calls the parents to let them know everything was okay. What an exciting 20 minutes that was. If you aked my right now what we were talking about before the doorbell rang I wouldn’t be able to tell you for the life of me.
P.S. What kind of assholes decide to ring the doorbell after midnight of a personal residence because the adress matches the one of a fireworks store- Sanduski Fireworks (Sanduski is a town about an hour and a half away)? And then when the door isn’t ansered the assholes probably decided ‘Oh, they must be sleeping, lets ring the doorbell a bunch to wake them up - cause then the guy will love to do buisness with us, were willing to spend 50 bucks!” umm… . rude.
So, why is the scene in Say Anything where Lloyd Dobler (John Cusack) holds the boombox over his head such a big deal? Nothing happens! Diane Court (Ione Skye) never comes out to see him. She never further references him standing out there. Him doing that isn’t what brings them together in the end. How did that become such a cultural pin in cinematic history?
Sex and the City episode 3.1 a man named JJ hits on Charlotte at a bar, we don’t see him in this episode again. However, he reappears in episode 4.15 as JJ the gossip columnist Samantha has sex with at a party (he goes limp) to convince herself she isn’t serious with Richard. I figured this out all on my own.
I really like this video. Its just so eerie how fast time goes by. The baby is my dad and it’s wierd to think he too was a baby once. Also, is it wierd to think that my grandpa was a cutie … (nervous laughter). He’s the one that picks up my dad. Anyway, I edited and added music to this video : )
Being an art student, I’ve observed that when teachers create assignments that are open ended and okay to be abstract, it gives the students a chance to half ass there work and put some bull shit meaning behind ( its about the deconstruction of our environment ). Real abstract artists don’t go to school there actually out there doing there abstract work.
